I went today to the Catfish chute with visions of catching a boatload. I have not been exactly tearing them up lately so I was needing and wanting some revenge. To start off the gar were very adept at picking my pocket and snipping off my baits. Then either the small bass or the bream just vibrated my worm or shakey head and would swim off holding the tail.  A grinner even got into the act, but I caught him. He will not be back. I managed to catch 4 bass in a rain shortened trip. The fish were as healthy as could be, looked like footballs. I weighed a 13 incher, out of curiosity, that weighed a pound and 11 ounces. Besides the grinner, a warmouth bass (goggle eye) and a stripe made up the off brands.  At least I’ll be having some seviche soon. Maybe I should go back to Wolf Lake.